“What a glorious breeze!”
That is something you never say in Iraq. Granted, that’s something most people wouldn’t say regardless of their locale, but, given someone that would otherwise say “what a glorious breeze,” and, given a theoretical transport a la Star Trek into Iraq, and, as such, into an Iraqi breeze, rest assured, they would not say: “What a glorious breeze!” Because there is no breeze here. There is wind. And said wind, can in no way be misconstrued as glorious. It is a wind full of fine grains of sand and skin melting heat. The wind feels like a blow dryer and is somehow hotter than the ambient temperature, which makes no sense. So, the moral of the story: the wind here is hot.
The wind in Thailand, however, is, as a point of fact, quite glorious. This is a shot from the beach in Thailand, right across the street from the Patong Market. When I actually took this picture, I was mad that I had caught the tourists walking through my shot and I took another one. I like this one much better.
